She gives him a chiding look that's ruined by the fact that her eyes are brimming over with fondness. "Stop that, you're going to make me want to stay here and tell our handlers that the night was a bust," she accuses, taking her hands off him belatedly, as if just remembering how problematic it is for her to be touching him so much.
Breathing in deeply, she regards him curiously. "We're not taking your motorcycle, are we?" she asks, pleading that they've sent a car. "I don't think all the preparation I've just put in will survive."
Not to mention, she's not sure that she, herself, could survive being pressed up against him. At least, not before a mission. Any other time is a completely different story.
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Date: 2017-04-18 12:59 pm (UTC)Breathing in deeply, she regards him curiously. "We're not taking your motorcycle, are we?" she asks, pleading that they've sent a car. "I don't think all the preparation I've just put in will survive."
Not to mention, she's not sure that she, herself, could survive being pressed up against him. At least, not before a mission. Any other time is a completely different story.